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Iron and Velvet

@menpopeye

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Stefan, a shy, bi-curious gym rat dares himself to visit a quiet gay bar downtown. There he meets Diego, an out-going very comfortable with himself and his sexuality. The two begin to talk about self-acceptance and male intimacy,

Characters

  • Diego Fuentes — A man encountered in a gay bar who exudes warmth and comfort. He possesses an infectious, boisterous laugh that draws attention and a personality that welcomes connection. Olive skinned, muscular, hairy with a killer smile and big hands.
  • Stefan Wagner — A regular at the gym who struggles with social anxiety despite his intimidating physical presence. He is bi-curious, using the request for a recommendation to a local gym to initiate contact.
  • Stanley — A broad man in an apron who runs The Vault, a quiet bar where Diego takes Stefan for breakfast. He knows Diego well and serves them without being asked.

Chapter 8: The First Surrender

Diego's mouth closed over him, and the world went wet and dark and impossibly hot. Stefan's breath left him in a rush, a sound that was half gasp and half prayer, his hips jerking before he could stop them. Diego's hands pressed flat on his belly, holding him down, and the scrape of a day's worth of stubble rasped against Stefan's inner thighs, a raw friction that made his whole body clench.

"Fuck," Stefan choked out. "Diego. Fuck."

Diego didn't answer. He just swallowed him deeper, wrapping one hand around the base and taking the rest into his throat. The heat was staggering. Stefan's eyes rolled back, his fists twisting in the sheets until his knuckles went white. He tried to hold still, to let Diego work, but his hips kept bucking into that beautiful, wet mouth.

Diego's tongue traced the underside of his shaft, slow and deliberate, and Stefan felt something buckle inside him. Not just his body. Something deeper. The last tense knot of self-consciousness, the voice that whispered he didn't belong here, that he was doing this wrong, it all dissolved in the slick rhythm of Diego's mouth.

"God, you feel so good," Stefan panted, words tumbling out without his permission. "Your mouth. Fuck. I'm gonna..."

Diego's hand slid lower, cupping his balls, and he hummed around the length of him. The vibration shot up Stefan's spine like lightning. His thighs trembled on either side of Diego's shoulders, and he let himself fall back into the rumpled pillows, head thrown back, throat exposed. He didn't hide. He didn't look away or apologize.

"I'm close," Stefan gasped. "I'm gonna cum. Diego, I'm gonna..."

Diego pulled off just long enough to rasp, "Do it. Let go. I want to taste every drop."

And Stefan did. He came with a broken cry, his body arching off the bed, and Diego's mouth stayed on him, patient and greedy, swallowing everything as his hips bucked through the aftershocks. When Stefan finally collapsed, trembling and spent, Diego kissed the inside of his thigh and crawled up his body, wet-mouthed and grinning.

"Still with me?"

Stefan opened his eyes to find Diego propped over him, sweat-slicked chest and patient eyes. The answer came easy.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Just got back from heaven." They both laughed.

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